Sylvia is 18 months old!
I asked Max what I should write, and he said, "I don't know... this is why I don't blog.... 'Here's our baby! She's a monkey.'"
Anyway, Sylvia is doing well. She's active and friendly. She laughs at the mice in Cinderella. She yells "bah" to demand that we give her a z-bar, to announce that she is throwing a ball, and to indicate her excitement at the prospect of bath time. She has started playing a game where she covers her stuffed animals with a blanket, pats them, and says "nigh nigh". She's a real little person.
I had a treatment for my kidney stones a few weeks ago and was a little out of it. It seemed to make her a little anxious and needy, but she got over it as soon as I did. Since then, though, she seems to have been a little uncomfortable and grouchy. We haven't quite figured it out yet, but she's still mostly a very sweet and pleasant little girl. Who wants few things more than to eat crayons, drink bath water, and projectile spit out actual food and drink.
Anyway, here is our baby:
She is a monkey.
